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Mar 2018
The cold air touched my face
And as I tried to write
I realized it wasn't right

How could I describe
What I'm feeling
When I'm simply feeling numb

There is nothing flowing from my pen
Rubbing against my thumb

I'm all out of ink
Probably because sometimes I forget I am it
And my emotions are the driving force of me
Created 12.12.17
Written by
Lady Misfortune  17/F/Ohio
(17/F/Ohio)   
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